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Hello, 2017

Hello, 2017

As is the tradition, I post my New Year's Resolutions for this coming year, 2017. But unlike in past years, I find I don't have much to say. Am I in a "dry period" with regards to personal growth? Or are things going well and I don't feel the need to…
Exhausted Parents and the “Hard Yards”

Exhausted Parents and the “Hard Yards”

Cross country on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 7:00 a.m. on campus before school. Swim team practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school from 3:30 to 4:30 pm, followed by soccer practice from 5:30 to 6:30 on those days. Then there is tennis team practice on Fridays at 4:00…
My “Guardian Angels”

My “Guardian Angels”

I recently finished Gerald Marzorati’s new book, “Late to the Ball: Age. Learn. Fight. Love. Play Tennis. Win.” I enjoyed the tennis references, of course, but what I most enjoyed were the meditations about retirement and aging, friendship and connection -- and on learning to do anything new and grow in…
REVENGE OF THE POLITICAL CENTER

REVENGE OF THE POLITICAL CENTER

Today my state, California, votes in the 2016 presidential primary. By the end of the day, it should be the end of the Bernie Sanders presidential campaign. And I will be happy almost never to hear his name again. What a primary season it has been! Donald Trump and Bernie…
To Be A Young Adult and To Be a Bit Lost

To Be A Young Adult and To Be a Bit Lost

"To find oneself more than a bit lost -- while disorienting and even frightening -- is far from irremediable." It was sometime in early 1997 as I walking westbound on Superior Avenue in Newport Beach, California. My sister and her then fiancé happened to be driving by, saw me, pulled…
Julia’s and Elizabeth’s First Movie

Julia’s and Elizabeth’s First Movie

It has been too long since I last posted, I know. Especially after having promised to work more on my personal website. Sigh. But, in my defense, this "Farch" (February and March of school year; the hardest time of academic calendar) has been an arduous one. There were more health…
To Be One Way in Public, Another At Home

To Be One Way in Public, Another At Home

The main reason I enjoy Facebook, despite all the petty posts and sophomoric banter, is that I can keep tabs on my former students, to some degree. Christian P.? What college is he attending again? Megan L.? Is she still with the Italian boyfriend and working for the Red Cross…
Kill Your TV, Twenty Years Later

Kill Your TV, Twenty Years Later

Today I read yet another article about cord cutting, and how the business model for cable TV in the United States is changing. The idea that one must pay for many channels in which one has no interest in order to get the few one does. The cable companies are, they…
Time, Effort, and Patience Equals Progress

Time, Effort, and Patience Equals Progress

Julia and friend as beginners at tennis. I remember trying to teach Julia how to hit a tennis ball when she was around three years of age. It was a disaster. A torrent of tears. Lots of blaming daddy. Julia was really too young still to hit a tennis ball with…
Mother and Son

Mother and Son

MOTHER AND SON: 19 YEARS AND COUNTING Children think their parents know all the answers. Their parents are pillars of rock to which they can tether themselves in the storms of youth. When all falls to the ground in seeming ruin, parents still stand tall. It gives them comfort. It…
“I love the University of Chicago!”

“I love the University of Chicago!”

I have written hundreds and hundreds of college recommendation over the past fifteen years. Each fall the task of writing these letter has always been above and beyond the teaching and grading of my Advanced Placement students in public school classes that were significantly larger in number than the twenty six…
Recent Updates: Late 2014

Recent Updates: Late 2014

A TALE OF TWO POSTS In the past few months, I have added two posts of note to my webpage. The first deals with reflections on my personal past, my professional present, and.... the future? The second deals with the last days of my friend, Chris Prewitt, and his sudden…